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I
My mind is unclouded
At this moment
But later
I know
The war will come again
II
Life is not an easy raod
A risk a rider needs to take
the black andelusian
A mysterious breed
The perfect animal
For an imperfect human
Hooves fit for a strong companion
To carry us through the storm
III
Tick...
Tick...
Tick...
Time is running out my friend
Hours flying by
Running out of time
Nothin to waste
Two minutes_
Not much time_
To midnight...
Till death
IV
My lifestyle
My deathstyle
V
Oh to feel nothing
Not the sting of a broken heart
Nor the pang of guilt
That i feel within my cold pale body
But to feel the breeze
Caress my face
To feel the warmth of the sun
To chase the shill away